Needless to say, his loss was a shock to all of us. I didn't have much of a sense of his presence except for one evening while going through his pictures while preparing a slide show for the Memorial. Losing a brother I expected to be able to play softball with continues to be difficult. What surprised me, however, was not having a sense of his presence. So as a part of my grief, I found a great tattoo artist named Dr. Skins. He studied art at UCLA and was a jazz harmonica artist with a few rock bands in the 80's and 90's. He helped turn a picture of a Celtic cross into the art you see above, with intricate shading that makes it look like aged stone.
Now I have a remembrance of Steven with me all the time, and a celebration of our Celtic heritage that both of us enjoyed. Life isn't the same without you. Love ya bro'. Go Utes!